The Unseen Consequences Affair by
Jan. 17th, 2014
The Unseen Consequences Affair by
SNAPSHOTS ~ "His own kind of luck"
Jan. 17th, 2014 11:05 am
It was raining...it seemed to be doing that all the time. Not a driving downpour mind you, more of a soft misting rain. One would think that would be cooling in such a tropical place, but it only added to the oppresive humidity.
Illya Kuryakin was alone. He’d lost all his U.N.C.L.E. devices and weapons, the most precious of these being his communicator.
He had no way of calling for help and hadn’t eaten in three days. His last meal had been…he couldn’t remember. What was it? Oh yes, roasted snake that he’d managed to beat to death with a stick.
He didn’t have a single peso in his pocket, not that there were many place to buy food here. It was no use begging or stealing as the area...he didn’t even know where it was, was so desperately poor that people lived in ramshakle huts, made of pieced together bits of wood and corrugated metal.
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